256 Freestyle
Yeah man
Yuh
Misguided I'm finding what boy really worth
Hillbilly energy mud on my shirt
Prepared for the evil the road made of dirt
Lost in the static I feel like I'm cursed
If I quit now what am I worth?
Gat in my lap leaving dudes on a shirt
Every bitch wimme got glocks in they purse
Lose it abuse it the music Come first
Everyone talking the shit that they live
They all sound the same and there's nothin to give
Stuttering stupid to stay in the mix
Come from the bottom and tatted my bricks
Sticks in the van like I'm whippin with Briggs
Devoted to life in the 2 5 and 6
Calhoun be the county we unload the clips
The mag in the shotty pump faking these bodies
And oddly enough I don't ride with an army
But boy you a fool if you thinking across me
If you got a problem you know where to find me
And I'll be outside while I'm puffin some Marley
Pill in my pop like I pulled a Bill Cosby
They streaming my shit like my Shit is ICarly
Even the skaters are thinkin I'm gnarly
Drunk text my ex and I tell her I'm sorry
Hitting her line Like I owe an apology
Honestly she will not get that shit outta me
Clowning me, always deb downing me
All of em dissin with different mentalities
Drowning me out to sound profanity
Fanning my face like I have an allergy
Lining it up Using different analogies
I'm at the end of my witts like a wick on a candle
I'm kicking it back on the beach wearing Sandles
I set an example like I'm an enamel
That's why they subscribe and viewing my channel
And bitches be playing like they hard to handle
Yuh
Misguided I'm finding what boy really worth
Hillbilly energy mud on my shirt
Prepared for the evil the road made of dirt
Lost in the static I feel like I'm cursed
If I quit now what am I worth?
Gat in my lap leaving dudes on a shirt
Every bitch wimme got glocks in they purse
Lose it abuse it the music Come first
Everyone talking the shit that they live
They all sound the same and there's nothin to give
Stuttering stupid to stay in the mix
Come from the bottom and tatted my bricks
Sticks in the van like I'm whippin with Briggs
Devoted to life in the 2 5 and 6
Calhoun be the county we unload the clips
The mag in the shotty pump faking these bodies
And oddly enough I don't ride with an army
But boy you a fool if you thinking across me
If you got a problem you know where to find me
And I'll be outside while I'm puffin some Marley
Pill in my pop like I pulled a Bill Cosby
They streaming my shit like my Shit is ICarly
Even the skaters are thinkin I'm gnarly
Drunk text my ex and I tell her I'm sorry
Hitting her line Like I owe an apology
Honestly she will not get that shit outta me
Clowning me, always deb downing me
All of em dissin with different mentalities
Drowning me out to sound profanity
Fanning my face like I have an allergy
Lining it up Using different analogies
I'm at the end of my witts like a wick on a candle
I'm kicking it back on the beach wearing Sandles
I set an example like I'm an enamel
That's why they subscribe and viewing my channel
And bitches be playing like they hard to handle
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Writer(s): Gavin Walker
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